Maze 24 Hours
It was a refreshing morning.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains was warm, while the cool air from the air conditioner and the cozy blanket blended together so perfectly that it made me feel genuinely good.
With a morning this pleasant, should I just sleep a little longer?
But what did I do yesterday to sleep so soundly like this…
"Ah."
The moment I recalled yesterday, my mind snapped awake and I shot up from the bed.
Shit.
I immediately grabbed my phone from the bed and turned it on.
The time was already well past 10 a.m.
And below that—24 missed calls.
"…Ha. This is a disaster."
I was late. Very, very late.
I forced myself to stay calm, went to the living room, and drank a glass of water.
Alright, first thing—go live and bow down in apology.
This was undeniably my fault.
Up to 30 minutes, people could laugh it off. But over 2 hours? That was basically a broadcast accident.
Feeling a twinge of tension, I stepped into the soundproof booth.
Then again, after 2 hours, wouldn't the viewers have gotten tired and left?
I never thought I'd be forced to self-sabotage the very next day after joking about it last night…
With that thought, I sat down in my chair and looked at the monitor—only to be met with a sight completely different from what I expected.
When the fuck are you coming, seriously!!
1
Me
Rock
Fuck…
Holding my breath until you come
Let's see how long you won't show up
Me
Please come…
Rock
Rock
Just looking at the chat made a bead of cold sweat drip down my forehead.
I had never seen the chat this on fire before.
Sure, they always stirred up chaos in the chat whenever they could—but today was on another level.
Yes, I was in the wrong for being late.
But… was it enough to keep the chat burning like this for two hours straight?
Normally they'd just mock me, not… set the place ablaze.
As I hesitated, unsure how to even begin speaking, donations started popping up—even though I wasn't there yet.
[Thank you for the 10,000 won donation, Jang Inmiro!]
You fucking said you were going to bed yesterday, then stayed up chatting till dawn? Fuck, fuck, fuck…
And it was ten thousand won, too.
Wait, looking at the username—that was from the channel leader.
For real… I'm pissed as hell
I got up early just to match the schedule, but those bastards…
Hah, I watched the full dawn chat stream live yesterday lol
Fuck fuck fuck…
Just wait until you come back
Damn it… so it was last night's chatting session that caused this?
The hardcore Mirodan who synced their daily routines just to spend 24 hours with me—my surprise late-night stream must have been a disaster for them.
They probably felt devastated to have missed it, and now that I overslept, that disappointment turned into fury.
It was my karma to bear.
Suppressing the urge to run away, I turned on the mic.
"…I'm here."
Surprisingly, the moment I spoke, the chat froze.
And the moment I realized it had frozen—
You fucking bastard, why are you only coming now? You stayed up till dawn yesterday, didn't you?
Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…
Slam your head on the desk! Slam it! Slam it!
…
..
.
The chat exploded.
It surged so fast that it was unreadable, past the breaking point. I had to avert my eyes.
This was no good.
No normal method could fix this.
But who was I?
Professional streamer, Miro.
It was far too early for Miro 24 Hours to sink.
"I'm really sorry. I'll slam my head down right now!"
Thud!
I shouted and slammed the desk hard.
Of course, with my fist.
Hitting it with my head would hurt way too much.
My fist hurt too, but far less than my head would.
And to the viewers, there was no way to tell if I used my fist or my head anyway.
Besides, no apology or compensation would actually calm that anger.
Saying sorry wouldn't bring back last night's dawn chat stream.
And giving compensation would just reward even the people who did see it.
If honesty wouldn't work, I had to break through with another tactic.
"I'll do it again!!"
Thud! Thud!!
This time I hit the desk twice, harder than before.
Not too hard. Just enough to sound real. Like I was actually slamming my head.
Uh… what?
Hit harder, you fucker
Stop already
I forgive you
You don't need to keep doing that
Someone stop him already; this is uncomfortable
I felt bad for the viewers who were actually worried.
But in moments like this, you had to push even harder.
"I'm really sorry!!"
Thud!
This time a heavy slam, and I bowed my head along with it.
Then, mumbling my words slightly, I said:
"I sincerely apologize for oversleeping and making you all wait. As compensation, Miro 24 Hours will be extended by 4 hours—double the time I was late!"
Of course, if you push too hard, it backfires.
That's why, after pushing to the max, I offered a compromise once the anger shifted into confusion.
Okay, okay
Fine, just stop now
It's alright
Let's eat already, yeah?
"You really forgive me? I don't need to slam my head anymore?"
Honestly, it scared me when you did that;
Yeah yeah yeah
It's fine
Anyone can be a little late
I cautiously glanced at the chat.
Just a few fake desk-slams later, the madness and fury from earlier had dissipated.
From the viewers' perspective, maybe seeing the supposed "masked beauty with the great body" slam her head down jolted them back to reality.
Whatever the reason, what mattered was that the atmosphere had turned around.
"Right? To be honest, I didn't use my head. I just hit it with my fist. My hand really hurts…"
You fucking liar lololol
Me
Rock
Get lost lololol
Ha, this bastard, seriously.
I felt so fucking sorry, but damn.
"Ahaha… Still, I am sorry, and the 4-hour extension is real."
Four extra hours… It wasn't part of the plan, but of course it had to be done.
If I didn't want this, I shouldn't have overslept.
This time we'll let it slide just once.
Don't ever do it again.
Ha… slam your head once more.
"I will never! Be late again!"
Bam!!
Whoa, that sounded pretty strong.
Was that your fist again?
Wait, was that actually your head??
"Of course! That was my fist again!"
Knew it, lol
Just do a cooking stream instead
Show us your hands
"Alright then, let's switch over to a morning cooking stream."
Technically it was closer to lunch, but still—just barely morning enough to count.
And so, this unprecedented blaze of anger was successfully extinguished with the skilled, seasoned response of a professional streamer.
This morning's dish was egg fried rice.
Honestly, it was way easier than yesterday's doenjang stew, so I managed to make it without any big mistakes.
"How's the score?"
Solid as hell
Hah, nice
Way better than yesterday
This one's legit
The key point of egg fried rice was its golden color, and this time it came out perfectly.
Maybe it was because I used to make fried rice a lot when I lived alone—I seemed to handle it pretty smoothly.
"Looks good, right? It really tastes good too."
Anything tastes good after a long sleep, lol
I starved waiting for you
"Ahaha… I really do feel sorry about that."
Though the fire had been put out, my oversleeping would probably haunt me as a teasing point for a long while.
There was no helping it. I popped a spoonful of fried rice into my mouth.
And wow—it was delicious.
At this point, maybe I really did have some talent for cooking. Or maybe I just had good hands.
After frying, stirring, and admiring my food, I finished eating the egg fried rice and headed back into the soundproof booth.
The plan after breakfast was a café visit, so I stuck to it and pulled up the café on stream.
"Alright, let's check out the trending posts."
Let's dig into the piled-up ones lol
Other members do this daily, nothing new there
But you gotta check the community
There are spicier places than the café lol
Some viewers brought up anonymous communities, but that was something I could never acknowledge.
The moment you got officially linked with those communities—whether by mistake or on purpose—it became impossible to avoid damage to your image.
And my image was already at rock bottom. If it dropped any further, it'd be beyond repair.
"Alright, let's start from the top."
I went through them in order, but the trending posts… honestly, they weren't that different from a mellow forum.
It was harder to find someone in the audience not using those communities in the first place.
That flavor was bound to leak through.
Still…
"There's a lot of fanart of me, isn't there?"
Way more than I expected.
Especially for Miro 24 Hours—fanart was still being uploaded in real time.
"Looks like a lot of my viewers are artists."
Yeah
Probably because it's nice background while drawing
Battle, go?
"A battle? Fighting with drawings? How blasphemous…"
You scared?
Lol, she's scared
"But, I can at least comment on what I feel from the drawings. After all, it is my fanart."
Me? Scared of drawings?
Art was the pride of female Kim Soo-hyun.
She rated artistic talent as her greatest strength—well, I thought it was her looks, but still—she had real pride in her drawing skills.
"Let's see, then—the efforts of those who dared call these their fanart of me."
I wasn't about to belittle something just for being rough. Nobody draws perfectly from the start.
There's no such thing as "good" or "bad" in art.
There's only your own ideal, and the process of chasing it.
And if they were posting fanart on a Naver café, then surely at least a fragment of that ideal would show.
So I clicked on the first fanart, the one with a preview blocker attached—
And immediately hit the back button.
"…?"
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Damn…
Wait, is there no filter here?
Crazy
Of course—the first one I opened was extremely lewd.
Obviously drawn with heavy emphasis on… certain body parts.
I did tell them not to post things like that. And yet, there's always a heretic.
"This won't do…"
Oh shit
Is it time for Slayer Miro to return…?
We're doomed, lol
I quickly went back in and saved the drawing.
?? Reward??
Wow, lucky
She actually saved it
"They must've been confident to post something like this."
I knew that having your art dissected in detail was mortifying for the artist.
So as a fellow artist, I offered a deep apology in my heart.
But still.
"Alright then, it's time for Miro's Feedback Corner."
That was that. But today, as an example, someone was going to get roasted.